Thorne comes to collect

Leaving Annette thoroughly used and exhausted, hanging over the side of the tub with foul liquids oozing out of all three aching holes, the summon left in the direction of Farfield. Shortly after, the sound of nonchalant whistling and faint footsteps could be heard outside the cabin as a figure in the darkness approached.

The familiar near-monochromatic appearance of Thorne entered the cabin, a grin on his face as he saw the Priestess hanging over the bath, above a large puddle of overflowing muck she had been stewing in as flies circled above her and a few insects skittered around on her body.

"My, my, you certainly look like you had some fun tonight..."

"I must say, I had some fun too. I took great pleasure in tearing Erena's influence from the region and giving it to Hoxlous. A chapel of health, now one of decay... rather poetic, really.
I suppose given Farfield's total population is now firmly in the negatives, it's quite fitting.

You know, I can't say I'm exactly a devout follower, but I can't argue with his work..."

Taking the sheathed sword from his belt, Thorne used the leather tip to push up the slimy chin of Annette as he examined her, clearly unwilling to sully his hands with the filth she was coated in.

Annette blinked slowly as she raggedly breathed a gray bubble of some fetid substance.

"Right. Up you get. I can see the remaining mana trailing off you, but that's no excuse for not using those legs. Here, I'll even make it easier for you."

Thorne motioned his free hand, tracing some kind of complex glyph. Seconds later, the sludge that had been engulfing Annette's lower-half drained into something unknown below the murky surface, leaving it about an inch deep.

Annette coughed up something she likely sucked out earlier, before her body slumped out of the bath, into the sticky puddle at Thorne's feet.

"Careful now. If you splash any of that nauseating shit on me, you're licking it clean."

The ex-Priestess stumbled to her feet and stood meekly in front of the man, quiet and compliant.

Thorne motioned another glyph and summoned a glowing purple collar around Annette's neck, with a leash leading back to his hand. After he clipped his sword back onto his belt, he gave the rope of purple energy a tug towards him as he escorted his new prisoner out of the cabin and into the chilly forest.

Breaking her silence, Annette finally spoke up...

"... What now? Where-...where are we going?"

Leading the naked woman through the trees and away from the village, Thorne without turning his head, responded.

"We're meeting with my... business partners. Their god now has influence over the region and the outlying residents has been taken care of. They get this handy magic back ... and for my efforts, Claire is returned back from the dead."

Looking down at the maggots still wriggling over her chest with a clear absence of revulsion, Annette spoke up once more...

"... and me?"

Thorne snickered, firmly tugging a sluggish Annette down the hill.

"You? I must admit, I don't quite know what your future holds. You were never really much of a consideration - I suspect that now that you're free of Erena's power, they'll put you with the rest of the women from Farfield.

As I'm sure you're aware, even the average person houses a small, refilling source of mana. I don't know the specifics, but I believe the cult use you girls as some kind of conduit for Hoxlous' power - that is to say, when you're not face first in the dirt being pumped full of rancid zombie cum. Seems like - and I know you know this - women drive them into some kind of lust-fuelled frenzy. I imagine that men are too much trouble for them to both capture and keep the dead from ripping them apart."

Thorne's piercing eyes looked back at her with a smirk.

"From what I've seen tonight though, I think you'll love it."

The view of several robed figures around some stone ruins, illuminated by a nearby campfire, revealed itself through the trees. Annette could only contemplate her future of being a living source of energy for the god of **** and decay, while being a sex **** for all manner of monstrous creatures that serve it. A jolt of excitement warmed her belly as her mind fixated on the gruesome details that her body would be subjected to. It wasn't long before she slid her sticky fingers into her sex and stuffed a couple of wriggling maggots deep into her warming folds - over and over again, in preparation... and anticipation for her new purpose.

ENDING 07: A Corrupting Cleanse

*Author's note: That's one bath partner down, one to go. They'll share this ending route as the end result is a fucked-silly Annette! As always, let me know what you think and drop a like on the chapters you're a fan of. I'm toying with the idea of running a poll (probably when all the endings are done) to find out which scene people liked the most, with the intention of commissioning an image (with variations) for the winning scene. It'll be a useful test for a good and willing artist for the game idea after this story is done. (It'll also likely be featured in the game too as I'm not made of money!)